Not Quite Free

by Kaye Draper

  I yanked my t-shirt off myself, then tangled my hands in Angel’s hair, destroying his braid when he knelt and sucked one of my aching breasts into his hot, hungry mouth. This was the sort of thing I’d stopped him from doing before. The way his hands slid over my skin, stroking my waist and hips, lifting to cup my tits while he pressed kisses to every curve, explored every dip and valley with his clever tongue...worshipping me slow and patient, like he could spend forever just touching and tasting. I let my head fall back and a groan escaped me, my dick rock hard and my pussy pulsing with want.

  “Okay,” Fin said in a wry voice. “I think I get your obsession with pretty things,” he told Emerson dryly. “Cause that’s a sight.”

  I opened my eyes to find Fin watching us as he leaned back against the bed, completely naked and stroking his flushed dick. Apparently, he wasn’t lying when he said that while he didn’t enjoy dick himself, he liked watching me with another guy just fine.

  I tugged on Angel’s hair and the siren smiled against my skin, dragging kisses down the center of my torso and to my stomach as he leaned back to peel me out of the stretchy workout pants. His smile widened in appreciation when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything under them. My small dick sprang up, slapping me in the belly as he tossed the pants away. Then he gripped my hips, pulling me closer and sucking my cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling expertly around the head, then gliding down the shaft.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, yanking on his hair again. He pulled back and licked his lips, not at all sorry he’d just about made me come in five seconds flat.

  “Get up and get your pants off,” I demanded. “We were in the middle of something.”

  He laughed. “Oh, I didn’t forget,” he promised, pushing himself to his feet and shedding his pants and silky underwear. Fuck he was beautiful. It hit me all over again every time I saw him naked. Like I’d somehow forgotten a person could be that perfect.

  He shot me a wicked look, then took my hand, tugging me toward Emerson. “How should we reward our ogre,” he purred, raking his eyes over Em’s hulking form.

  I put my hands on my hips as if I was really considering my options. “Well...he won’t fuck me,” I said with a sad head shake that let them all know what I thought about that. “So that only leaves a couple of options. Unless he suddenly decides to stop being such a worrywart.”

  Emerson actually rolled his eyes at me. “I can’t fuck you, Sam. We’ve been over this.”

  Angel looked intrigued. “Why not?” He glanced at my body and grinned, risking a fond stroke to my ass. “Trust me when I say, the parts all work just fine.”

  I shoved him. “Shut up.”

  Fin gave us all an unimpressed look. “Have you actually seen the big goon naked?” he asked Angel, as if he wasn’t just standing there naked, waiting for the rest of us to just get on with it already.

  Angel turned his eyes to Emerson, looking all wide-eyed and innocent. “Why, no. No, I haven’t. Maybe we should remedy that. So I can understand the problem, of course.”

  I snorted. Emerson made a pained face. “You’re all so....”

  “Amazing?” Angel supplied helpfully.

  “Done with the fucking talking?” Fin chimed in.

  “Idiotic?” I ventured.

  Emerson shook his head and sighed. “All of the above.”

  Then he stood and unzipped his fly, arching a brow at me and Angel, talking, even though he was still blushing. “Brace yourselves.”

  I laughed, but I knew he was only partially joking. He was used to people treating him like a freak, every bit as self-conscious of his anatomy as I was of my own. I stepped forward and ran a hand over his bare chest, up across miles of rippling green muscle and springy black chest hair. “I’m not afraid of you, ogre,” I growled, as if he was threatening me with a fight.

  He laughed and bent to press a kiss to my forehead. “I know, Sam. That’s the problem.”

  Angel stepped up beside me, tucking my hair back behind my ear so he could nuzzle along my cheek, slanting a look up toward Emerson. “In all seriousness, sweetheart, sex works better if all the involved parts are exposed.”

  He slipped his fingers along Emerson’s hip, dipping into the ogre’s impressive Adonis V and heading toward his sagging waistband. Emerson shivered under the touch and hurried to pull his pants down and kick them aside.

  Then the ogre sat back down on the edge of the bed and gestured helplessly at the mostly hard tree trunk between his legs. “See? It’s just not physically possible for me to fuck anyone without hurting them.”

  Angel rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. “Is that all? I thought maybe you had some sort of...malfunction or something. A massively large cock, we can work with.”

  He leaned in and caught Emerson’s lips, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss there, then pulling back to sink to his knees. “Honestly, you’re so sweet. Such a good boy.”

  I smirked at the surprised, yearning look that got him and joined Angel on the floor. The siren reached around Emerson and opened and closed his hand. “Pillows, sweetheart.”

  Em hurriedly grabbed the pillows form the head of the bed and passed them to Angel. The siren tossed a couple on the floor for our knees, went to toss another pillow behind me, then looked at Fin, sizing him up. He tossed the third pillow back on the bed instead, probably realizing Fin didn’t have to kneel. Sometimes Fin’s stature was a blessing.

  Emerson swallowed hard, reaching out a hand to caress my head, then along my shoulder. “You’re so perfect, Sam,” he breathed. Then he glanced at Angel and Fin. “You all are. I’m so lucky to even get to be part of this at all.”

  I shook my head at him. “Idiot. We’re the lucky ones.”

  Angel slid one hand up Emerson’s big, muscular thigh, stroking and encouraging as he knelt beside me. “Now, tell me what all this fuss is about not being able to fuck Sam.”

  I reached out and trailed my fingers down Emerson’s belly, following the dark line of hair to his cock, then gripping him and giving him a slow, firm stroke, my hand not even close to being able to reach all the way around him. “He’s afraid I can’t take it. Afraid of hurting me.” I looked up into Emerson’s lust-filled brown eyes. “But I can’t stop thinking about it. I want my mate inside me.”

  Angel’s hand stroked over my hip, then smoothed over one ass cheek as he grinned up at Emerson. “That’s cute.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue up the length of Emerson’s massive erection, pausing to nip at my fingers before swirling his tongue around the head. Pulling back, he gave me a burning look. Then he put his graceful hand next to Emerson’s shaft, making a fist that was about the thickness of Em’s dick. “Have you ever heard of fisting, Emerson?” he said, not taking his eyes off mine for a second. “The female body is amazingly accommodating, if you know what you’re doing.” I shuddered. Fisting didn’t sound like something I’d be into. But I knew where Angel was going with this, and I was really starting to see the benefits of having an ex-prostitute for a lover. He slanted a serious look up at Emerson. “I can show you how to get Sam ready for you some day, if you both really want,” he promised. “But we’ll save that for another day...when we can take our time.”

  Then he pulled me into a deep kiss, our hands tangling on Emerson’s cock, stroking and squeezing. I went down on one hand, sparing a wicked look of invitation for Fin. The leprechaun didn’t need to be told twice. He moved around behind me and stroked a hand over my ass to my hip, gripping his dick in his other hand and dragging it through my wet folds, teasing me before he finally slid home.

  I groaned and pulled away from Angel’s kiss, leaning my head against Em’s thigh as I clenched around Fin’s rigid shaft. He might not be tall, but not all of him was little. Angel tilted his head and slid his lips along one side of Emerson’s shaft, his golden eyes watching me, drinking in my pleasure, waiting. I lifted my head and joined him, our tongues tangling as we sucked and licked, Fin thrusting into me just right while Angel used
his hand to work the base of Em’s cock, making sure the big guy was enveloped in sensation. Emerson gripped the bed with one big hand, the muscles in his thighs tense and trembling. His other hand came up to stroke through Angel’s silver hair, pushing it back from the siren’s face where it had come loose to fall in a shimmering curtain.

  Fuck, my mates were hot. Not a single judgement or bit of hesitation as they showed their love. All of them. All mine. I growled, my swollen dick slapping my belly with every hard, deep thrust from Fin, the mingled taste and scent of Em and Angel flooding my senses. I was on the brink of release when Fin squeezed my hips and swore, pulsing inside me as he came. I hummed against Emerson’s tight skin and he brought his other hand up to my head, losing the battle to keep from thrusting into the wet grip of Angel’s hand and our mouths. Angel lifted his other hand to tug at Em’s big balls, rolling and squeezing. Then he surged up to meet Em as the ogre bent down, kissing him deep and messy while Emerson tensed and came. I sat up, pressing back and taking Fin deeper one last time, the hot deluge of Emerson’s release painting me from neck to dick.

  Fuck, that was no joke. But the primal part of me reveled in it, wanting to soak up everything they gave me. Fin stroked my back, planting a kiss to my shoulder and whispering something sweet, then moving away. I huffed a laugh. He wasn’t a huge fan of the dick fountain. Angel’s hand joined mine and we stroked Em through his orgasm, wringing every last drop of pleasure from him before the ogre collapsed backward onto the bed in a boneless heap.

  Angel met my eyes and let out a short laugh at the sight of me, covered in come. “Oh, Sam.”

  I glared at him. “Don’t you ‘Oh, Sam’ me, jackass. Give me a towel or something.”

  He grabbed his sweater off the floor and pulled me to my feet, swiping the poor shirt over my chest and stomach, then tossing it aside and pulling me flush against him, sticky mess and all. “You are so perfect, Sam,” he breathed, pressing his lips to mine and stealing away the last little bit of my sanity. “Now go lie on the bed, love. A little come never bothered me in the least bit.”

  I growled at him. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  He tilted his head and gave me an unconcerned look, dragging a hand down to grip my poor, hard dick and give it a teasing squeeze. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulled away and walked over to the opposite side of the bed, sprawling himself out next to Emerson, who had pushed himself up to sit against the headboard with one leg drawn up and his knee bent, content to just...watch.

  “I’ll just take care of this all by myself then, shall I?” Angel teased, putting one arm behind his head and stroking his long, hard cock with one graceful hand.

  I growled at him and stalked over to knock his hand aside. “Ass.”

  He pulled me down on top of him, his soft lips sliding over mine, a question and a promise all in one. “Let me love you, Sam,” he whispered against my lips. “Please.”

  I knew what he meant. As many times as we’d had sex, I’d never let him do that. Make love to me. It was terrifying. And suddenly I knew that was what I wanted. What I needed.

  “You’d better fucking hurry it up,” I mumbled. If he thought I was going to start yammering sappy words all the sudden, he was sadly mistaken.

  He huffed a little laugh and rolled, bringing me under him, slipping one hand up the back of my thigh in a long caress that ended with my leg wrapped around his hips. He leaned in, pressing hot, eager kisses along my neck and down to my tits, his dick sliding against mine, sending little sparks of pleasure everywhere he touched. I was already all ramped up from everything else we’d just done, but somehow Angel drove me higher, making my body hum as he kissed and caressed every inch of me, his hard cock rocking against mine where they were trapped between us. “My Sam,” he whispered as if we were the only ones in the room. “Mine. Finally...mine.”

  I gripped his head and forced him to look at me, startled at the tears that shimmered in those big gold eyes. “Mine,” I forced out. It was the only word I could get past the tight, overwhelming sensation in my chest. He nodded, turning his head to press a kiss to my wrist, then he pulled back, gripping his cock and finally pushing into me.

  I arched up and let out an embarrassing sound, mewling and shredding the bedding with the claws I didn’t realize I’d grown. The feeling of the energy connecting us intensified and I knew I was feeding him, giving him my life force to strengthen his magic and fill his lagging energy reserves. It felt like a hot golden cord of pleasure tying every one of my nerve endings to his. He slid in deep, a groan falling from his perfect lips before he started moving, snaking a hand between us to grip my cock and stroke me off as he fucked me into oblivion with smooth, graceful thrusts.

  I came so hard I thought I died. There was soft murmuring. The feeling of a warm cloth and a soft towel against my oversensitive skin. Then I was engulfed in warmth, surrounded by love and peace and home as all the pieces of my heart settled into place around me.

  Chapter 13

  The next day, I helped Theo get rid of his cousin—I mean, give her a send-off. That’s what they were calling it. Apparently, she’d given birth sometime while I was unconscious and Theo was worried about his mate dying. But she forgave us for missing the event.

  Ada had served as Theo’s closest adviser for years, even after Carlyle apparently got her mate exiled on some fake charges back in Golding. But after giving birth to her tiny, wrinkly bundle of half-human weakness, Ada said she was ready to focus on her family, and that they needed some time away. Theo said that she had earned a vacation and some time to enjoy her life, now that she had her mate and her newborn baby at her side.

  But I knew the truth.

  They were all scared that the newborn would become a target, a pawn that the mysterious Carlyle could and would use to hurt Theo. Ada and her family were safer far away from Theo and his aspirations to greatness.

  “Promise me you’ll take good care of him,” Ada had said to me when I went to help her into the car that would take her and her family to a small town north of Golding, where her parents lived. “I won’t be here when he needs me. When he needs someone to just listen.” Her blue eyes searched mine and I knew she suspected that there was more to my viceroy position than Theo was letting on. “He trusts you,” she whispered. “That’s no small thing.”

  I shoved her into the car and slammed the door. “Go away, woman. Enjoy life with your spawn.” I didn’t want her thinking I’d forgiven her for forging my signature and tricking me into becoming the damned viceroy of Westhold. “Begone, demon!”

  Her laughter faded as the car drove away.

  “Well,” I said to Theo when he came to stand beside me and watch the car pull away from the mansion gates. “What now?”

  The city had mostly accepted Theo’s media game with Ahura’s death. He had told everyone that she was a member of my hunter’s guild and that she was in his employ, as were all the members of my guild. He’d even had papers drawn up for her so no one could question it.

  But Carlyle was still out there. And I shuddered to think what would happen when his latest attempt to out Theo to the people failed.

  “He knows his games thus far have been useless. He’ll be more direct from now on.”

  I arched a brow at him. “You know what he’s going to do next?”

  He gazed out past the gates, toward the streets of the city he was trying to change. “Absolutely. I know him well.” He shrugged. “He’ll expose what I am, of course.”

  I shook my head at how calm he sounded about that. As if it wouldn’t be a death sentence. “How do we stop him?”

  He turned to me then, a slight, grim smile lifting one corner of his mouth. “By beating him to it.”

  I stared at him in horror. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant. Exposing his fiend nature to the city would start an uprising. “They’ll kill you,” I hissed.

  He shrugged and glanced away. “Quite likely.” Gesturing to the side, he called to the butler
who was waiting on the steps. “Make sure I get a statue in the end, Jules—maybe in the square next to Miss Ahura’s monument.”

  Jules didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, sir. I’ll draw up the plans this afternoon.”

  I watched, numb and shocked into silence, as the crazy-ass fiend sovereign of Westhold walked off, calmly making plans for his own destruction.

  “For fuck’s sake!” I muttered, lurching into motion and dashing up the steps behind him. Couldn’t I ever catch a break?

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